Str8 Rich Homie Quan

[Hook]
I've been havin' so much on my mind lately I can't even think straight (I can't even think straight)
Grip that muthafuckin' pistol so tight like a muthafuckin' firm handshake (like a handshake)
I don't believe in anything on everything 'cause a lot y'all niggas lyin' these days (a lot of y'all niggas lyin')
I see my baby boys, I know it may seem hard but I gotta make sure family straight
(Rich Homie Baby!)

[Verse 1]
Sometimes it feels like they don't even care about me
I was vulnerable and lonely the whole 15 months I was in DeKalb County
All blue cutlass call it Carolina
I ain't talkin' no truck you need a path finder
I make her swallow then suck on this pacifier
I'll make a story up just to catch a liar
'Cause I do not want that around me
I'm from East Atlanta residing Fulton County
Eat that pussy like a edible yeah brownie
So when I eat it I get high
Hope you not shy, keep on the lights
Growin' up it was different every night
No steak, it was chicken and rice
Still send traps for the mice
Lot of niggas 'round me yeah they snakes
Keep the grass cut don't be late
Made the money but never changed
I'm tired of holdin' in all this pain
Made a promise to my momma she can get a new house
Escobar money momma she gon' need a new couch
I'm runnin' out places to hide this money I can't think
Where to put it at, ain't nowhere to put it at, I might just need a drink